A little officer jumped up to Pavel, snatched at the flag pole, and shouted shrilly: "Drop it!" The red flag trembled in the air, moving to the right and to the left, then rose again.

The little officer jumped back and sat down.

Nikolay darted by the mother, shaking his outstretched fist.
"Seize them!" the old man roared, stamping his feet.

A few soldiers jumped to the front, one of them flourishing the butt end of his gun.
The banner trembled, dropped, and disappeared in a gray mass of soldiers.
"Oh!" somebody groaned aloud.

And the mother yelled like a wild animal.